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And combs. These days, her red curls were loose and twisting into wild knots. Ava would kill for a hot bath, not that shed had that many since leaving S. Not that shed had that many before, either; hot water wasnt much more reliable in Ukraine than it was at the Fort Greene Y. Sasha meowed, and Ava rolled over. She pulled a worn notebook from beneath her mattress and slipped her pencil from the spine. She began to sketch rapidly, without moving her eyes from the page; she had made a habit of drawing out her dreams the moment she woke up, if she could.

If she had a bed and paper and a bit of charcoal or pencil. Which wasnt always. Sasha bit the edge of the paper, and Ava pushed her off without looking up. She was already roughing out a picture of the boy she had seen when shed closed her eyes. It was the same boy as always, the one with the dark eyes and the tattoo on his arm. Tattoo Boy. That was what Ava called him, at least to Sasha Cat, and sometimes to Oksana, when she talked about him.

Shed never shown Oksana the sketches, though she was really the only friend Ava had made in this country. She didnt know how she could explain itdreaming Her hand curved across the page, and the graphite details took shape. The curve of his nose.

The broad lines of his pronounced jaw, his cheekbones. His dark, wide-set eyes. The way his hair curled into unruly waves, almost hiding his face.

She drew him standing at the back of a crowded yard, staring straight at her. My Alexei. Alexei Manorovsky. That was his name, at least in Russian, which was still the language of Avas dreams. The Americans called him Alex, which Ava found strange and short, like it was missing something. Tonight he was raising his arms in victory, playing some kind of game, she thought.

It had looked like he was having fun just being with his friends, and it only made her lonelier to watch him. You dont need friends, Ava. You need your brain. You need to stay strong like an ox and sharp like a razor. Promise me that much. Her mothers last words to her whispered their way into Avas mind as she stared at the page. As one of Eastern Europes most important quantum physicists, Dr. Orlova had learned the hard way how to fight for everything shed achieved.

Then another voice spoke up, though Ava tried to ignore it, just as she always did. If I can do it, Ava, you can do it. It was what the woman in black had said to her before shed disappeared. But Ava wasnt the same as anyone especially not herand she knew that now.

She was alone, and she always would be. She would stay strong and sharp. Because my mother was right. She sighed and added a final detailthe boys Ded Moroz hat. Happy holidays, Sash. Sasha meowed back, nudging the paper gingerly with one paw. Ava scratched beneath Sasha Cats chin with one hand and flipped through her sketchbook with the other.

The book was the only record of her crazy nights, just as it had been for years. If she hadnt drawn it all herself, she wouldnt have believed it. There was an Alexei on almost every page.

Fencing, kickboxing, riding on the back of a friends motorcycle. Staring out a classroom window. Playing with a brown-eyed puppy. Ava rubbed the charcoal with her finger, blurring the smooth lines. Who are you, Alexei Manorovsky? And what do you have to do with me? She turned the page without answering the question. There was home. Odessa and Kiev, what she could remember of them. Her mothers face above the collar of her lab coat. Baked apples. Her beloved old ballerina doll, the one with the ceramic head.

The doll had been a present from her parents, long lost now. These were the scarce, salvaged moments of her childhoodso many scattered beads of a broken necklace come unstrung. She moved to a new drawing, to darker memories. The Odessa warehouse where shed lost everything, years ago.

The bald man with the barbed-wire pattern inked around his neckthe monster who had taken her whole world away. She always drew him with vacant black eyes, like a demon. Which is what he was. She couldnt remember much, but she remembered the black eyes taunting her. No one will come for you, little ptenets.

No one wants you. No one cares. Not even your precious mamotchka. Ava turned more pages, forcing her mind to move on to other things. Like the ghost words. Beyond the sketches, she had scribbled strange words everywhere in the margins. Some appeared over and over, like the only pieces remaining from a missing puzzle. She no longer knew what they meant, aside from invoking her dreams, her memories, her past. Her head ached when she saw the familiar arrangement of letters, shed stared at them so often.

It was always the same. She remembered nothing more about the words, other than that they had something vaguely She remembered little else about them, nothing that made sense. And aside from those four words, she had only one other thing.

One meaningless scrap of paper. Sasha Cat clawed at the edge of the page. There it was, on the very last page, where shed put it when shed stopped carrying it in her pocket. It was the only thing that remained from her life in Ukraineaside from a faded photo or twoan old euro, ripped in half, scribbled with two more words and an image, drawn in the shape of an hourglass. The sign that meant Natasha Romanov. The woman in black who had haunted her dreams even before Tattoo Boy had.

The one who had rescued her from the madman who had murdered her motheronly to let her be tossed into custody, locked up, and forgotten about, one more unwanted refugee from an ocean away. The Black Widow had given her this life. This privilege. To be homeless and motherless and alone.

Always a stranger in a strange land. Ava knew Natasha Romanov was supposed to be a hero. She and her powerful friends were supposed to take care of humanity. Natasha Romanov was supposed to take care of her.

Ava had asked. Ava had searched, clutching the faded But Natasha Romanov had never come for her. And Natasha Romanov was an Avenger. They were better than the rest of us. Thats what the world thought, anyway. Only Ava knew it wasnt the truth.

The Black Widow would never be a hero to Ava Orlova. She would only be a disappointment. Another one. Sasha Cat leaped up from the sketchbook, settling into her customary perch on Avas shoulders. People disappointed you, even heroes. It was a lesson Ava never forgot. Strong like an ox and sharp like a razor. That was who she was now. Her mother would have been proud. DOD: So you knew there was a problem, even before you made contact with the asset?

I did not. DOD: But she was having the dreams. She was re-creating memories. She was clearly symptomatic. DOD: [laughs] Really? We didnt even know where she was. DOD: What youre saying is, a facility run by spies couldnt hold this kid? DOD: And the boy? Its classified. Humor me. DOD: Its not a hearing, Agent, unless you give me something to hear. DOD: I rarely do. The ancient clock radio played an old song, Nobody Loves the Hulk, by the Traits.

It blared from the desk next to Alexs bed, but he didnt even flinch at the noise. In fact, he snored at it. Alex had stayed up late packing for his trip, which was why his room now rocked the tornado-swept look, with laundry everywhere clean and dirty, as if those needed to be kept apart , stacks of comics and collectibles on all the shelves but not in original packagingAlex didnt want to be that guy , and an off-kilter poster of Iron Man hanging by one corner.

Taylor Stark At the far end of the room, a row of fencing medals dangled from a curtain rod, and they began to sway now, as the pounding on the door grew louder than the radio.

Turn that off. Youre already late for the bus. His mothers voice was worse than a thousand alarms. It was an instant dream killer. Alex groaned. Or Im early for tomorrows bus. Think about it. That only got him more pounding. He opened one eye and fumbled in his sheets. He pulled out a half-eaten apple and hurled it at the radio on his desk. The radio exploded into plastic partsbut at least the music stopped. His aim was better than his judgment. Alex sat up.

Stop yelling. If you really want to know, Im already totally dressed. He got out of bed in his boxers, shivering as his feet hit the cold floor. The feel of it brought back his nightmarethat he had been lost in a forest in the winter, sinking deeper into the snow with every step, until he was up to his waist in the freezing white with only bare trees and white sky around him. And then the snow covered my head, and I couldnt breathe at all. It didnt feel like a dream.

It felt so real it was more like a memory. His feet were practically numb from frostbite. I dont hear moving, shouted the voice behind his door, interrupting him. Alex moved. His mother stopped him at the front door, yanking the earphones out of his ears. He took in her cat-hula-girl sweatshirt and mom jeans with a nod.

New sweatshirt? It wasnt, and he grinned as he said it. Manor rolled her eyes. She was a travel agent and had an exotic cat sweatshirt for every locale. This one said meow-na kea beach, hawaii. Of course it did. Alexs mom firmly believed everyone needed to have a thing, and it seemed that cats and vacationspreferably cats on vacationswere hers. Stanley, her tabby, went everywhere with her. Forgetting something? Manor held up a bus ticket, looking smug. Alex pocketed the printed ticket and grabbed his fencing bag from its spot by the closet, because hed forgotten that, too.

Thanks, Ma. The bus leaves right after school. Youre going straight to Penn Station. Stay with the team. Dont wander off from the coaches. If you get into trouble, Ill be at your grandparents house. Manor sounded stressed. By Alexs own calculations, this possibly had something to do with the last tournament, when the entire team had gotten busted while trying out the slots in Atlantic City. Alex smirked. What trouble? Its the North American Cup, Ma.

Not a war zone. She shook her head. Youre a what trouble magnet, Alexander Manor. Its in your blood. Everywhere you go Not Alex checked his ticket. That was apparently where he was going.

He made a mental note. He hugged her as well as he could, shouldering his backpack and dragging his fencing bag. Ill behave. No trouble. No war. Not even a skirmish. No fighting, no biting, she said. No black cards, this time. Not even a red. Dont say that. I think we both know it will only lead to disappointment. Better to keep the bar low. How about, I wont get arrested? I could maybe promise you that. Alex kissed his mothers cheek. Back on Sunday.

Do not clean my room while Im gone. Ill know if you throw one thing away. She shrugged, unfazed. And I already told you, Im calling Hoarders. If they decide to pay us a visit, Im not going to stand in their way. I told you, its a collection. Not one thing. Not Taylor Stark. Not Jabba the Hut, not a single Avenger. He grinned, and his mother shrugged, still smiling.

She answered by shoving his customary morning donut into his mouth. As Alex bounded down the sidewalk, his mothers smile faded. For a moment, Mrs. Marilyn Manor looked as if she were made of steel. When Alex rounded the corner, she took out a cell phone and punched in a few numbers. Then Her eyes darted from car to car, hedge to hedge, rooftop to rooftop. If there was anything there, she didnt seem to see it. Manor shivered despite her sweatshirt and pocketed her phone.

Behind a neighboring chimney, a black-gloved hand dropped a pair of binoculars. There was no doubt about it. Marilyn Manor was worried about the right problem; she was just looking in the wrong place. There were eyes on the Manor family. That was the what trouble now.

And whether or not trouble was in Alex Manors blood, as his mother suspected, it made no difference. There was more to worry about, this time, than teenage boys let loose in Atlantic City.

DOD: So we did have eyes on the boy? Not to my knowledge. DOD: Not S. DOD: Then whose purview was it? Thats all I know. DOD: And the girl? Ava Orlova? When did you first encounter her? You know the rest. The hostage grab, when she was just a kid. And then Philly. DOD: Ah.

Which brings us to Philly. DOD: Because she was your average teenage girl? I find that hard to believe. But then, we wouldnt be having this conversation if she was, would we? DOD: You tell me, Agent. Wake up! The slam of a fencing blade into her chest brought Ava back to reality. As she opened her eyes, the latest daydream faded. Tattoo Boy saying good-bye to his mother, the one with the strangely hard eyes. But something else, too. Software Images icon An illustration of two photographs.

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